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"And Deus loves the aroma of blood and carnage. She equipped her knights with the finest armor and gave them the best blades, and now she amuses herself watching the slaughter of honest knights from the border regions. Peaceful standing on the sidelines is not to her liking, there you have it!"
"You have infinite superiority anyway, let me gently stab you a couple of times, then you strike me down with one mighty blow – and we part ways peacefully. You'll continue to be Deus's best knight. Just promise: no breaking bones and no disfiguring my face! I don't like all this bloodshed," Rezara whispered to Lester in passing.
Twenty-five pumped-up assassins of Revnland up my ass, how pointless all this is! If father were here, he'd roll his eyes and boredly kick these Deus-humidifiers' asses. Yes, he was a better fighter than his daughter. But that's fine, she still has everything ahead of her.
Destroys weapons and armor. Chance (strength/2) to destroy that which should not be destroyed.
RI3
In Parfinor's park she runs into the people who refused her offer to take the position of class vice-president — Romeo and Azarina. They did not seem to mind her presence, so she could join their conversation if she wished.
— Hmm... — Romeo's face showed thoughtfulness as he examined the scabbard on Azarina's lap, as if trying to confirm his thoughts about what was hidden within, — Is that so?..
Instead of answering, Azarina demonstratively unsheathed the scabbard and showed to the light a one-handed sword of very fine craftsmanship, adorned with various symbols.
— Fiemmael! — Romeo exclaimed. — I have heard that after Tiaria's fall this weapon passed from hand to hand among various rabble, until it finally came to the noble Eisenbach family, but I could not be certain that the emperor would allow others to keep one of his family's ancient relics.
— "For services to the empire," — Azarina explained the official reason for granting this weapon to her family, — although, it seems to me, the emperor simply felt no attachment to this sword, whereas from a strategic standpoint even such a rare ancient artifact no longer holds much significance in modern warfare...
— And yet, I am surprised. Emperor Kamiya Ren has always been a man who treated his family and its history with reverence.
— Perhaps not "that kind" of history. How much misfortune did this blade bring, how many innocent people were deprived of their lives by its edge during Tiaria's use of it?
— Sometimes you surprise me, — Azarina allowed her interlocutor to use her sword, and Romeo made a few movements with it; it was evident that the young aristocrat had been trained in some noble fencing style which, however, would be absolutely useless in modern warfare, — a magnificent weapon steeped in great history. You should wear it with your head held high.
AA
Then they comb the surroundings and discover an expensive-looking sword in a small pit, covered with leaves and snow.
Fiemmael Damage: 120% Accuracy: 60% Indestructible. Immunity to magic damage. 30% of dealt damage is returned as health. Destroys weapons and armor. Destroys that which should not be destroyed. Crit: extra turn; if an extra turn was already taken, triple damage. Can be used with any blade fighting style. Only the Reims and Eisenbachs can use the full potential of this weapon.
🌸: Yeah, that will definitely need to be done, just need to be careful with this weapon. Fiemmael is Tiaria's favorite sword and in the wrong hands it can cause great harm to those around.
Ikazkan
- A-ah! - Putting her hands on her hips and puffing out her cheeks, Sukáya hovered above the ground, but not too high - just enough to be half a head taller than the guest. - I said that each traveler gets one item, but others came from you. - She twirls colorful pills in her fingers. - I didn't understand right away, but it turns out you circumvented that condition!
- Ha-ha-ha, at this rate a millennium will pass and you might come to know a hundredth part of the human soul.
- I don't understand, Erebos.
- Man is not destined to understand himself either, for the potential of our mental diversity is boundless. I could make your head explode like an overripe watermelon. I could do anything to share a bed with you — against your will. I could fall to my knees and kiss your boots. I could, inspired by your beauty, paint a picture, craft a sculpture, or compose a song. I could gut you and roast you over a fire. To satisfy my hunger. To satisfy my curiosity. To satiate any other feeling. Our mind is unpredictable, and that is why it is so interesting.
- I. Do. Not. Un. Der. Stand. - Fist blows to the shoulder are to a human like gusts of wind.
- Everything in due time, Sukáya. Around my origin, you know, there is also an entertaining legend, and by a twist of fate it happened to be my only memory of the surface. People said my mother became pregnant from a talking family sword, can you imagine?
- She did what? From Gekizo?
- I have no proof, but I am absolutely certain it was a different sword, a-ha-ha! You see, members of our dynasty possess a specific appearance, which I was not endowed with. I suppose that is where the rumors came from — for some people it is much easier to accept such an explanation than the alternative that is on the tip of their tongue.
The human male raises his hand and strokes the puzzled ivylai on the head, then his gaze shifts somewhere to the side, from where Dorian had come.
- Go... Be ready for a rematch, it is close.
After chatting a bit more with the ivylai, Erebos was about to leave.
There was also a post where he mentions his family name, but I couldn't find it.
Well, Erebos is in a way a descendant of both Tiaria and Sonata. Although those who read the cryptic posts of the previous expedition could have figured that out anyway...
Well, Erebos is in a way a descendant of both Tiara and Sonata. Though those who read the cryptic posts from the previous expedition could have figured that out anyway...
Well, Erebos is in a way a descendant of both Tiaria and Sonata. Though those who read the cryptic posts of the previous expedition could have figured that out anyway...
Ew, how disgusting.
Who even is this Erebos of yours?
A genius, a succubus, transgender.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Where would you need a weapon better than a sword with such a debuff?
The prologue isn't even over yet, the equipment is intact, and they're already asking for a new one.
Alright, Astral, you can break it... and just give your consent to the fight already!
What kind? Watch the fight with Arandor. I had to use 3 heals, that's how f***ing well reduced accuracy works. No, I'm not saying my weapon is completely worthless, I'm just comparing it to this
Right Hand: Cocytus (axe), damage: 0, paralyzes all who attempt to attack the character or an ally on an adjacent tile (before the attack). If you strike a paralyzed enemy with this weapon, their body shatters into many fragments and cannot be restored.
Right Hand: Truth (sword), damage: 100, +10% accuracy, removes all positive effects from the target before dealing damage, ignores defense, the character can survive a lethal attack with 1 HP twice per battle, a successful attack allows attacking the same target again (once per turn).
Right Hand: Black Flame (Axe), Damage: 100, misses deal 25 damage.
Left Hand: Black Mountain (Shield), on evasion, deals a counterattack to the attacker.
Right Hand: Bright Radiance (sword), damage: 85 [142], accuracy +10%, +0.5 damage per point of the character's defense.
Body: White Hedgehog (heavy armor), +25 defense, -2 SP, 50% of melee damage directed at the character before defense reduction is returned to the attacker.
Other 3: Iron Blood (talisman), an enemy who attacks the character in melee takes damage equal to the amount of defense pierced by the attack.
About the first two:
Order of Legends The heart of this organization is the thirst for seeking various artifacts. Headquarters: Fairium The character starts the game with an artifact weapon in hand.
There's nothing special about the axe, it even has default damage for this class. The shield is excellent, yes.
Everything from the Imperturbable is decent, but mostly due to a highly specialized build and penalties.
An axe against armored characters is essentially the same as a default one, since 25 defense is not uncommon even without heavy armor. It works well against various Alsirs, yes, but Alsira the Dragoness would still crush it in a duel.
Where would you need a weapon better than a sword with such a debuff?
The prologue isn't even over yet, the equipment is intact, and they're already asking for new stuff.
Alright, Astral, you can break it... and just give your consent to the fight already!
What kind? Watch the fight with Arandor. I had to use 3 heals, that's how f***ing great the reduced accuracy works. No, I'm not saying my weapon is completely worthless, I'm just comparing it to this one
Right Hand: Cocytus (axe), damage: 0, paralyzes all who attempt to attack the character or an ally on an adjacent tile (before the attack). If you strike a paralyzed enemy with this weapon, their body shatters into many fragments and cannot be restored.
Right Hand: Truth (sword), damage: 100, +10% accuracy, removes all positive effects from the target before dealing damage, ignores defense, the character can survive a lethal attack with 1 HP twice per battle, a successful attack allows attacking the same target again (once per turn).
Right Hand: Black Flame (Axe), Damage: 100, misses deal 25 damage.
Left Hand: Black Mountain (Shield), on evasion, deals a counterattack to the attacker.
Right Hand: Bright Radiance (sword), damage: 85 [142], accuracy +10%, +0.5 damage per point of the character's defense.
Body: White Hedgehog (heavy armor), +25 defense, -2 SP, 50% of melee damage directed at the character before defense reduction is returned to the attacker.
Other 3: Iron Blood (talisman), an enemy attacking the character in melee takes damage equal to the amount of defense pierced by the attack.
About the first two:
Order of Legends The heart of this organization is the thirst for seeking various artifacts. Headquarters: Fairium The character starts the game with an artifact weapon in hand.
There's nothing special about the axe, it even has default damage for its class. The shield is great, yes.
Unflappable's stuff is all decent, but mostly due to a highly specialized build and penalties.
Ah, so Candle is also from the Order of Legends 😏
An axe against armored characters is basically default, since 25 defense isn't rare even without heavy armor. Against the likes of Alsir it's good, yes, but Alsir the dragoness will still lose in a duel.
Ok, unless it's fire damage that ignores defense. But there are 6 more examples.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Alaria. - Suddenly, the Silverdane lord called his knight over to him.
Hearing her liege's call, Catharsis did not keep him waiting. If Lord Cartridge needed her, it was likely something important.
— How may I be of service?
- Help me present this canvas to Her Majesty.
Apparently, while the knight was occupied with other matters, the Silverdane workers had brought a well-packaged painting into the hall. It was large, but Catharsis would surely have enough strength to handle it.
Donu Lok is still a cheater. If we lose him, it's a throw.
I'm literally a glass cannon, instantly deleted by any hard counter, which is any build unfavorable to me 😭
and even more so in a proper teamfight.
Lok, please ask the queen to upgrade weapons for all Deuses. I already asked once, it'd be awkward to ask a second time, she might refuse. I also advise the others to contact their lords for an upgrade.
what exactly do you want, bro?
Did you watch the arena bout — probably at the previous Deus's birthday, or maybe even before that, just a bit earlier? The fighter present effortlessly defeated an unknown opponent, and everyone applauded him. What was his name... Something with an R... Richard? Ricardo? Ronaldo?..
While you were pondering, the second round started — they rushed you right off the bat. You fought like a lion, at some point even felt a second wind and deflected a flurry of blows! And then you landed yours — a single, decisive one. It brought you victory. — Thanks for the duel, that wasn't easy, — you thanked your opponent, helping him up. — You're doing fine as hell, — your opponent praised you, — now I see how you made so many women cuckold their husbands... You tried to make excuses, but your reputation had already been announced by the referee, and no one heard your justifications.
Your next opponent turned out to be a man in plate armor wielding a war hammer: — Now I'll show you what the babies you smeared across the walls felt!!! — I don't doubt it, except I haven't smeared anyone, — you sighed wearily, assessing yet another billion HP on your opponent. It was a very tough battle. You dodged like the devil, barely managing to strike your opponent when he opened up for a brief moment. Finally... You won without taking a single wound! What a triumph! — Phew... thank you... for the bout, — you said, breathing heavily. — And please, don't think I'm some kind of monster or baby-killer, it's all the organizers' fabrication. — Yeah, sure... — The opponent didn't believe you. — Who else moves that nimbly if not a baby-eater? — And how is that related... — you muttered and waved your hand — you didn't know what tired you more: the string of bouts or such conversations with opponents.
— Good day, — you politely greeted your new opponent with an axe and, gathering the last of your strength, prepared for battle. — Relax, — the axeman said to you so that only he could hear you over the crowd noise, — this is all part of the show, nobody here seriously thinks you slept with their wives or ate children. — Show? — you didn't understand. Could all of this really be some kind of strange city entertainment? How can one slander a person like that and pass it off as some sort of amusement? — Uh, well, thanks... You fought valiantly, and even prevailed in the most desperate situation. The last fight was truly heated: the fired-up opponents hacked at each other with lightning speed, somehow managing to dodge the enemy's attacks simultaneously. At some point it seemed to you that he was gaining the upper hand, but the axeman unexpectedly, as if gaining new strength, chopped you across the shoulder. If not for the light armor that absorbed part of the blow, he would have been lying on the ground. Barely staying on your feet, you switched to a counterattack and still managed to snatch victory. — Thanks for the bout, — you said with difficulty, pushing away the red haze clouding your eyes. — Don't mention it, — the axeman replied, wheezing and limping, — but I won't give you my wife, hhaaaa.
Your next opponent turned out to be a knife-fighter just like yourself. You greeted yet another opponent and prepared to take a fighting stance. The next bout promised to be interesting, and you hoped to pick up something new from it, regardless of the outcome. … … … You no longer understood how you were still on your feet. You had almost no doubt you wouldn't hold out against an equally fast opponent who needed just one attack to end your winning streak. However, the exact opposite happened: by incredibly dodging three thrusts in a row, you found your blade in the opponent's body. You thank your opponent out of habit and help him up from the ground.
The opponent said nothing and left the arena, making way for a new opponent armed with a mace and shield. — Buddy, how about we drop these women and kids? Let's better ride off into the sunset together ¬‿¬ — Thanks, of course, but I'm not planning to leave yet, — you got a bit nervous. Your battle was heated... until you finally defeated your opponent. - Ha... Ha!.. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!.. — only at that moment did you realize you weren't in the arena but in the stands, and your heart skips a beat with every attack of your mental vis-à-vis. - You're so damn good!..
***
Upon returning to headquarters in the sewers, you're met by Private Kucha — "Sergeant! During your absence!.." — "No..." — you reply, lowering your gaze threateningly. — "Did you forget my call sign, private?.. And do you deserve to be executed on the spot?" — your face, barely visible through your mane, shows extreme displeasure. — "S-sergeant... I... well...", — "Remember my call sign, private... Night Blade — that's who I am... Heh-heh.. heh...." — "S... serge... ant..."...
***
The Knight of Dawn Steel wakes up early in the morning on March 5, 297, and gasps for air for a while.
- His... Grace's... birthday... — he finally realizes. - I absolutely must prepare!
Forgetting all sorts of melatonin nightmares, he resolves to give his all on this day.
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